Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.